your boyfriend starved to death

. "

Wen Qiong was behind me and said with a smile.

He was right, because soon I was surrounded by troops sent by the palace to fetch me.

I was sandwiched between two guards all the way, and drove directly to the palace meeting hall. The hemispherical glass dome cast bright sunlight, which illuminated the painted scrolls on the four walls extraordinarily vividly.

"Gallo."

When I was hugged by Modara, I was still a little dazed.

"Welcome back!" my father said, and several old ministers who looked familiar were still wiping their tears behind.

"I……"

Modara held my arm tightly and pulled me to the side of the tall throne: "Get ready, we will hold a coronation ceremony on another day, from now on, you will be..."

I finally know what he's up to.

Although he also came here once when he was in the hospital, he hinted to me explicitly or secretly that he wanted to pass the throne, but I didn't even hear it.

"Father, I don't want to be a king." I flatly rejected him.

"Bang!" The tablet in the hand of an old minister fell to the ground.

"What did you say?" Modara looked at me in surprise.

"I don't want to be a king. In fact, you can consider having another one." I said bluntly.

"Nonsense!" Modara was angry.

The two of us were in a stalemate, and the ministers gathered around us to persuade us to fight. Finally, Modara sighed and asked me to rest for a while before talking about the succession to the throne.

He said to me: "You should go see your mother, she is very worried about me."

Even though I knew it was another way for him to persuade me, I happily went to the backyard of the palace, where my queen mother lived, because I missed her very much, and the queen mother might not always be on my father's side.

When I passed the vegetable field in the backyard, I saw a huge orange column.

what is that?

Then, I saw a familiar figure coming out from behind the pillar.

It was an uncle wearing a straw hat. He saw me and walked over with a smile.

Familiar is familiar, but I can't remember who he is.

"I'm back, your radish has grown up." Uncle Straw Hat said to me with a smile.

my radish?I look for it on the ground.

"That's it." Uncle Straw Hat turned around and pointed to the huge orange pillar.

……

"It really has grown up," I said, "but how did it grow so big?"

Uncle Straw Hat looked at me, and his smile faded a bit: "Little Jialuo, you really don't remember the past."

"Hmm..." I scratched my head.

"Well, thanks to you, Uncle John, I was worried that you might have misunderstood something. I put the straw hat on the shelf that day, but I was not actually in the vegetable garden." Uncle Straw Hat sighed, walked forward, patted my arm, patted my face A kind smile returned to his face, "But you're fine, that's great."

"Haha, I'm in good health now." I answered him with a smile.

"Perhaps it's good to forget everything," said Uncle John, showing me the giant carrot.

"It's a sculpture," Uncle John patted the carrot column with a smile, "to commemorate you bringing back the Stone of Life."

"I really don't remember," I said.

"Someone will remember for you." John looked at me with a smile, and there seemed to be some deep meaning in his words.

But I didn't think much of it. After saying goodbye to Uncle John, I went to see my queen mother. As I expected, she fully supported the decision, whether I wanted to inherit the throne or continue to be a teacher, as long as I stayed in Las Vegas safe and sound. Just stop.

As for how the queen mother went to sleep with my father, I don't know all kinds of threats and lures on the washboard, but I did spend the first week of my return to the University of Osto in a safe and sound manner.

"Starting today," Dushanbe stood behind the experimental bed, and solemnly announced to his two research subjects—Wen Qiong and I, "I will pay close attention to you. If there is any reaction to your label, you must first Tell me right away, come here."

"Okay." I said.

"Yes." Wen Qiong also agreed.

"Now, I will write down the labels you have heard." Dushanbe walked around the experimental bed, pulled out his small whiteboard, and scratched it with his finger, and two columns of text appeared.

The first column is mine and I'm already familiar with it.

The second column is temperature-dome:

Label a: Tune-Teach Husband

Workaholic

x cold

Never take the initiative

cast gold stone

Pay more attention to friends than colors

incite public opinion

Label b: attracting bees and attracting butterflies

Subdue the loyal dog

Conquer the big bulls in the industry

Attract brain-dead framers

label c: unknown

related to mental power

Label d: Halo of Disaster

I was dumbfounded, what the hell is this?

Dushanbe took out an infrared electronic lamp from under the whiteboard, shook it at the whiteboard, pointed it under Wen Qiong's label, and explained: "These are known. There are so many labels, but compared to Jia Luo, it is still far behind."

Wen Qiong nodded: "I will work hard."

I looked at the whiteboard suspiciously: "What is x indifference?"

Dushanbe coughed: "From an academic point of view, sexual apathy refers to a lack of sexual desire. In layman's terms, it means a lack of interest in sexual life, and it is also said to be a decrease in sexual desire. Sex frigidity and sexual anhedonia are two different concepts -"

"Okay, I understand, next one." I glanced at Wen Qiong sympathetically.

Wen Qiong's face turned dark.

"Actually, I suspect that you also have the same symptoms. Through my all-round observation of you, you—" Dushanbe was endless as soon as he became academic.

"I've lost my memory," I said, "but at least I know I tagged him."

Wen Qiong's face turned darker.

"Haha," Dushanbe laughed dryly, "I've also heard about this a little bit. You tagged him at the beginning because he wanted to win your trust, and there was no quick and convenient way, so he had to adopt this method. It's not like It was you who marked him, more like he marked you!"

Damn, is it really okay to bully a person with amnesia like this?

Seeing that I was silent, Dushan folded his arms in satisfaction: "Question time, ask questions quickly."

I pointed to label a: "I understand what it means to be a workaholic, I also understand what it means to value friends and despise sex, but what are the others?"

"Let's start with never taking the initiative." Dushanbie said, he glanced at Wen Qiong, "He won't take the initiative to show favor to you, even if he has a crush on you, he will be blocked by this label."

I questioned: "But he is in the hospital..." I glanced at Wen Qiong, thinking that it might not be good to say this.

But Dushanbe quickly understood what I meant, and he nodded: "I know, he expressed his affection for you, right? That's because he has deleted that label."

As he said that, Dushanbie crossed out the label "never take the initiative" with his fingers, and then crossed out the "throwing gold and rewarding stones" below, and explained to me that the so-called "throwing gold and rewarding stones" means never exceeding the limit for a person. Well, unless the person is ten or a hundred times more emotionally invested than he is.

"It's a very sensible way to fall in love." I admired.

"You won't like that feeling." Wen Qiong said lightly.

"This label has also been successfully deleted." Dushanbe said to me, "Objectively speaking, Wen Qiong worked very hard to save you."

"..." I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

"Gallo." Wen Qiong took my hand from behind, he wanted to say something, but I interrupted him hastily.

I said: "I see, I will work hard to cooperate with you to delete your label."

The anticipation in Wen Qiong's eyes cooled down again, he immediately let go of my hand and put his own behind his back.

Dushanbe then walked us through the steps to remove the label.

I asked every detail carefully.

Wen Qiong stood aside without saying a word.

At lunch, we go to the cafeteria together.

On the way, a few enthusiastic students came around and wanted to take a photo with me. I stood there and took a few photos with them. Seeing their satisfied expressions, I felt like I had become a big star.

In the past, even when I was the lion king or the president, I was rarely liked by people. Everyone was afraid of me and stayed away from me.

"Major General, can we post the photos on social networks?" the young student asked expectantly.

"Call me teacher, yes." I answered him with a smile.

In the afternoon, Wen Qiong and I had another comprehensive brain examination in the Dushanbe laboratory.

When we came out of the Academia Sinica, it was already dark.

"Shall I take you back?" I opened the door of the aircraft.

"Thank you." Wen Qiong bent down and sat in.

The aircraft cut through the night and flew forward.

The lights of the orbit in the sky passed over the cabin one by one, and the vision flickered on and off.

The aircraft is very quiet.

"After deleting the label, everything I say is out of my own will." Wen Qiong said suddenly.

"Huh?" I don't understand why he said that suddenly.

"Nothing." Wen Qiong stared at me from the rearview mirror.

I felt his gaze and looked at him too.

He looked at me deeply, as if he wanted to engrave me in his mind, as if he would leave me for a long time, the careful and reluctant gaze when he said goodbye, if he used one word to describe it, it would probably be greed.

I frowned: "What's wrong with you?"

"I don't know whether to thank the person who gave us the label, or to resent him." Wen Qiong looked away, looking outside, and tall buildings flew back quickly like a forest of stars.

"If I find him, I will definitely beat him up." I said angrily.

"Yes, I might thank him."

I turned sharply, and the ship made an almost right-angle turn.

Wen Qiong was pulled by the seat belt to avoid the bad luck of being thrown out.

But he laughed: "You don't remember why you marked me in the first place, do you?"

“Because the situation was critical, this is the only way to build trust between us,” I said grumpily. “Dushanbe has already told me.”

"No, that's just the superficial reason." Wen Qiong laughed coldly, I always felt that he seemed to be angry, and it was quite strange that he, who has always been calm, would be angry because of my sudden turn.

"What's the underlying reason?" I asked casually.

"The underlying reason is," Wen Qiong pressed the armrest between the seats, unfastened the seat belt, leaned over, and whispered in my ear, "You suspected that I was Chen Chen and Xiaobai, and I didn't want to expose- I didn’t tell Dushanbe about this trick, so it’s called ‘crossing the sea’.”

I turned my head in shock.

Wen Qiong stared at me with eyes as dark as night, he seemed a little nervous, but more of a desperate madness: "You don't remember anything, and now I am the only one who remembers, but don't worry, no matter how many times you reincarnate , I will remember it, even your share.”

If I didn't clearly remember that I was let down in the previous two lives, I would have thought that I owed some kind of blood debt.

I have a strange feeling, as if there were labels pressing down on him before, Wen Qiong was still a little normal, but now that the labels have been removed one by one, he is getting more and more strange.

However, now it's not a question of whether Wen Qiong has gone further and further on the path of perversion, but rather, he is really the one who has been entangled with me for three lifetimes.

I slam the brakes on the aircraft.

While being thrown out, Wen Qiong nimbly grabbed the outer edge of the windshield and hung on the outside of the aircraft.

The aircraft hovered in mid-air, I was inside the cabin, Wen Qiong was outside the glass, looking at each other, I suddenly felt absurd.

And the paranoia in Wen Qiong's eyes produced a crack, and the crack grew bigger and bigger, turning into patches of panic. He looked at me in amazement:

"You, you don't have amnesia?"

chapter47

Wen Qiong turned over lightly and returned to the aircraft. His body was pressed down from above, and a shadow was cast on my face. His face was still calm, but his hands pressed my shoulders hard. The strength was very strong. I felt that I hit the back of the driver's seat:

"You don't have amnesia?"

I raised my hand, held his wrist, and opened it outward:

"I have lost part of my memory. In this life, I don't remember what happened, but I can still remember clearly in the previous two lives."

I tightly grasped Wen Qiong's wrist, and pulled him towards me, a trace of panic finally flashed in his eyes.

"So, you know who I am, but you still hide your identity from me, why? Are you afraid that I will retaliate against you?" I looked at his face, but I couldn't restrain my anger.

"..." Wen Qiong didn't dare to look at me at the moment.

"Then let's talk about it, what do you plan to take advantage of my amnesia? Why are you willing to reveal your identity all of a sudden?" I forced Wen Qiong to face up to my question.

"...I can explain."

"Say, I'm listening."

Wen Qiong slowly raised his eyes and looked at me. I was slightly surprised by the embarrassment and contradiction in his eyes.

"Actually, no matter whether you have completely lost your memory or what, I plan to confess to you." Wen Qiong said with a complicated expression, and stopped in the middle of speaking.

"Let's talk." I was still holding his arm tightly, I wanted to ask too much, but I couldn't ask a word when I got to the point.

"That's right, I'm Chen Chen, I'm Bai, and I'm the one who failed you." Wen Qiong gritted his teeth and said.

So everything spread out and became very transparent.

I don't have to worry about why there are such corresponding labels between me and him.

And our previous two lives, no doubt, were also the result of these labels.

If I hadn't heard the first sound of the label in this life, maybe we would still be together like the previous two lives, and then it would end.

Wen Qiong wanted to explain something later, but my head was too messy, and after sending him back, I left.

I thought about it all night, what happened to my three lives.

After leaving the label, it is really ridiculous to look at the things that happened before.

But I can't deny that sometimes I really put all my emotions into it.

I close my eyes and try to fall asleep.

But tossing and turning, I couldn't fall asleep, and finally I got up and took a shower, called out Baihong, and circled over Ruston.

I thought of what Wen Qiong said.

Indeed, labels have given us abilities beyond ordinary people. For me, it is a noble status and the ability to crush ordinary people as soon as they appear on the stage. For Wen Qiong, it is the strength of leaps and bounds. friend and foe.

However, the label allows us to perform childish and ridiculous dramas according to the path it stipulates.

But those feelings and pain are real.

I slammed the console hard, damn it, if I find out who posted the label, I will definitely beat him until grandma doesn't even know him.

I sat on the top of the Ruston clock, and Baihong turned into a white dog, rubbing against my legs with its limp nose.

I patted Bai Hong's head: "Who are you saying that labeled us? Will there be a world above ours?"

The white dog stared at me blankly and wagged its tail.

I think about what Wen Qiong said last night.

"At that time, I didn't know there was a label. I always rejected you habitually...but you came back to me again and again. I don't understand why one person is so kind to another person regardless of the cost."

I rubbed my temples.

"When you were Luka (a lion), you wagged your tail to please me..."

I said to myself irritably: "I didn't want to shake it."

Bai Hong wagged her tail at me again.

I scratched its ears vigorously, and it wagged its tail more happily, and leaned forward to let me continue to scratch.

The me in the past... probably felt like this.

Bai Hong turned her head and rubbed against my hand, looking at me with big round black eyes.

"Have you been labeled too?" I asked Bai Hong.

Of course Bai Hong wouldn't answer me, his intelligence was always low when he turned into a dog.

However, he could feel my confused emotions, so he has been trying to comfort me in a cute way.

At this time, the artificial sun is about to rise.

The big bell below rang.

when - when - when -

Echoes in the stillness of the morning.

After a while, the sun rose from the east, and the city gradually brightened up from the morning fog.

I received a message from Wen Qiong:

I am sorry.

With four dark circles under our eyes, Wen Qiong and I went to the teacher's labeling class in Dushanbe.

Dushanbe looked at us with contempt:

"What a big deal, ah, so excited that you can't sleep at night?"

I don't understand what he's talking about.

It seemed that Wen Qiong didn't understand either.

"This is indeed an unparalleled discovery. After my preliminary research, your labels are likely to be innate, not added later. What does this mean? It means that in a space that I don't understand, there is a person , or in other words, a kind of intelligent body, he can label you across the span of time." Dushanbe said proudly.

"I believe you have read the first draft of the thesis I sent to your tablet." With his hands behind his back, he walked towards the small whiteboard.

"Sorry, I didn't watch it," I said.

"Actually, I... didn't watch it either." Wen Qiong said.

Dushanbe turned around in surprise and anger: "Then why didn't you sleep well last night? Especially you, Jia Luo, you just came out of the hospital, do you want to lie back?"

"I……"

"It's my problem," Wen Qiong confronted Dushanbe and questioned, "I talked to Jia Luo about the past yesterday, which troubled him."

"What do you remember?" Dushanbe looked at me.

"Well, a little bit." I perfunctory past.

"The top priority is to delete the label." Wen Qiong said firmly.

"It's good for you to know." Dushanbe hummed twice, and returned to the whiteboard, "Start with Wen Qiong's label, workaholic, indifferent to x, valuing friends over sex, these are all easy to delete, here you are A week."

"Well, I will work hard." Wen Qiong said.

I looked at my tags, none of them have been ringing recently, and the sense of presence is very low, and it seems to have no effect on me.

"Anyway, your label is not very effective, it doesn't matter if you delete it or not." Dushanbie said, "So Jia Luo, you cooperate with him."

Ok?

chapter48

"What are you going to do now?" I asked Wen Qiong.

It is indeed not easy to delete three tags in a week, but Wen Qiong doesn't seem worried.

"Move first."

"Moving? Where are you moving?"

"Your home." Wen Qiong looked at me with a half-smile.

"Why did you move to my house?" I asked, "I prefer to live alone."

"Because Dushan doesn't want me to cooperate with you." Wen Qiong said calmly.

"But Dushanbe is not my father." I refused.

"When I am with you, the label can be deleted smoothly. By deleting the label, it will be one step closer to restoring freedom. At the same time, it will also help Dushanbe's research."

"What does the Dushanbe study have to do with me?" I wondered.

"Of course it has something to do with it," Wen Qiong said calmly, "Deleting the label is equivalent to changing the setting of 'that person' in our spiritual world, and will 'he' be aware of it, or we will first find out that 'him' ', these are closely related to whether my label can be successfully deleted."

"I didn't see that your eloquence is not bad." I admired.

"You're welcome." Wen Qiong shrugged.

In the afternoon, I took Wen Qiong and his luggage to my villa in the air vehicle. Bai Hong was still in the shape of a dog and ran out wagging his tail. After seeing Wen Qiong, he immediately stopped wagging his tail.

Good job, ambitious, don't wag your tail at Wen Qiong.I thought silently.

I took Wen Qiong to an empty room, he also lived here before, he quickly tidied up the soft clothes he brought, and went downstairs to prepare dinner.

And I sat on the couch browsing the world web.

The few students I met on the way to the cafeteria a few days ago posted a group photo of us in the social area of ​​the world network and asked me to see it.

xxxd, a big photo with Jialuo.

(photo)

I didn't expect so many people to retweet it. I opened the comments below and looked at the comments with envy and hatred towards the post owner triumphantly. There were also a few very knowledgeable netizens who said that I have a good figure.

I decided to increase the intensity of exercise, and during the time I was lying in the hospital, my fat increased a lot.

"Um, what's this?" I saw one person comment below.

000: I heard that Major General Jia Luo was erased by that organization. Is it true?

000: If that organization really can control people's minds as in the legend, how can it prove that Major General Jia Luo is not controlled?

I:……

"You can rest assured about this. At that time, you fell head-down into the bushes. I rescued you with my own hands, and the people from the Canberra organization have already flown elsewhere."

Wen Qiong's voice came from the side.

I looked up, and he was wearing thick gloves, holding a fragrant grilled chicken wing in his hand.

"I really don't remember anything about that time." I frowned.

"It doesn't matter if you don't remember, as long as you know that you didn't do anything against Earth Star during the time when you lost your memory." Wen Qiong's reassurance was very simple, but it was also very useful.

Indeed, when we were together in the past, he also said very little, and every sentence hit the point.

I couldn't help thinking about the past again, looking at Wen Qiong on the side seemed to see my former lover.

"I've been researching the energy of the Stone of Life recently, and I found several ancient books related to it in the central information library." Wen Qiong handed the spoon to me, "Eat first."

Looking at the three dishes and one soup in front of me, I couldn't help but sigh, as long as Wen Qiong wants to cook, there is nothing he can't do well.

But I always have a feeling that I can't accept his kindness casually, because the previous failure experience made me not like to let others control my emotions.

Because of my precautions, although Wen Qiong and I lived in the same house for a few days, our relationship was still lukewarm.

In the past few days, Wen Qiong has been serving me.

He cooks, sweeps the floor, and accompanies me to find someone to fight on the world network. The mecha battle system has 2v2 games, which is just right for the two of us to play together.

I can feel that Wen Qiong's mental strength is very strong, and it improves significantly every day.

Because he was with me, the battles between us usually ended within two seconds of the beginning, so we also won the title of "Gold Medal CP" in the mecha battle system.

The strength is too far behind, and it's not interesting to fight against each other. I proposed to try against Wen Qiong, but he didn't agree.

"Why?" I wasn't too happy to hear that answer, "You think I can't beat you?"

"No, I just don't want to fight you. If you don't think 2v2 is interesting, we can find something else to do."

"Other?"

In the afternoon, Wen Qiong drove the aircraft and took me to the mountains on the outskirts of Ruston, where there is an animal theme park.

I looked at the cartoon-shaped "Animal Theme Park" sign and felt deeply powerless.

"This is where kids come," I said.

Wen Qiong smiled and said, "But I've always wanted to come."

I was helpless: "You are an old goblin who has lived three lives, not a 16-year-old brat."

Wen Qiong grabbed my hand and strode forward.

I still tried to dissuade him: "Aren't you researching some kind of life stone recently? I don't think you even went to the Academia Sinica, such slack can't produce results, you—"

Wen Qiong insisted on going his own way, completely ignoring what I was saying.

I persuaded all the way to the seat of the roller coaster.

With a "click", the seat slowly started.

"Hey..." I was about to say something, but suddenly the seat fell down, and the speed was faster than the tactical evasion action of the pilot mecha. The person suddenly went down, and then came up again, the sky and the ground Alternately appearing in blurred vision, I feel like my heart is about to spit out.

The roller coaster stopped with a "click", and the seat belt was automatically undone.

I breathed a sigh of relief, Wen Qiong was looking at me with a smile: "How about it, is it fun?"

I really didn't expect that a workaholic like him would like——

Wait, workaholic?

Wen Qiong and I walked to the exit of the roller coaster, and I figured it out.

It turned out that he wanted to delete the label, so just say no.

The staff in front said something to Wen Qiong, Wen Qiong nodded, and took a bag from him.

"What's that?" I wondered.

Wen Qiong opened the bag, took out two thin square boards, and handed them to me.

I held it in my hand and saw that it was a picture taken by the camera during the roller coaster ride.

In one, I stared straight ahead with my eyes wide open, while Wen Qiong looked outside with a smile.

In the other one, I was staring at the armrest in front of the seat, and Wen Qiong was looking at me.

"This one is not bad," the staff member came up to him and said positively, "Major General Jia Luo, you and your lover are very suitable."

I:"……"

When I went back, I pointed out sharply that Wen Qiong came out to play to overcome the label of "workaholic", and he could tell me the reason for doing this, instead of pulling me out so inexplicably like this time.

"Ah? You mean the label? It doesn't seem to ring." Wen Qiong shrugged indifferently, "I almost forgot if you didn't tell me."

I squint my eyes.

What exactly does that mean.

chapter49

This week has passed quite normally.

When it was my turn to report to Dushanbe, I found out that Wen Qiong had deleted both the labels of emphasizing friends and despising sex and workaholics.

"So fast?" I was surprised.Except for that time in the amusement park, I didn't notice anything special about Wen Qiong.

"It seems that you are cooperating well." Dushanbe said, "However, there is still one label that has not been deleted." He pointed to the constantly changing numbers on the display screen and looked at me regretfully.

What the hell does it matter to me?

Dushanbe sighed again: "Delete this label, and we will be one step closer to the mastermind behind the scenes."

Wen Qiong remained silent.

I feel I need to protest.

"Well, I have something to say," I coughed, "I can still help with the treatment of mental illness. I really can't do anything about this physical problem."

Just kidding, can treatment x indifference allow others to help?

Dushanbe smiled contemptuously: "Gallo, didn't you swear that you would find out who was behind the scenes? Why did you shrink back when you deleted the third label?"

I couldn't help but glanced at Wen Qiong: "Is the effect of inciting public opinion good?"

That's right, I still remember that Wen Qiong has a label, which is to incite the people around him to fully support him and attack me.

Wen Qiong was taken aback for a moment, lowered his eyes, and didn't explain anything, but it made me feel guilty for wronging him.

"This is from my original intention." Dushanbe said, "I did not exaggerate the effect of deleting this label, because it has a different starting point from other labels. It directly transforms a person physiologically, and those who control the spirit s difference."

I don't quite understand Dushanbe's research, but I trust him: "Since you say so, I'll trust you once. But I'm not sure I can cure him."

Just kidding, if I can cure him, I'll go to a men's hospital, okay?

Dushanbe looked at me with a malicious smile: "Well, you can rest assured that you have a natural advantage now..."

Before he finished speaking, he pushed us to get to the "business" and report the results in a week.

Wen Qiong and I went back to my residence.

Four eyes facing each other.

Look away.

It's normal for Wen Qiong not to speak. After all, he is relatively introverted, and he was also like this in his previous two lives. He was so entangled in his heart that he didn't show anything on his face.

Sometimes I can't see whether he is really ruthless or just pretending.

Well, I took a deep breath and made this a task for now.

I patted Wen Qiong's leg, Wen Qiong shrank back in fright, my hand was hanging in the air, I didn't know where to put it, I said: "Don't be so nervous, it's an old couple..."

Wen Qiong didn't know what to think of, his face turned pale.

Damn, why do you have to put on such an expression at this time, is it because you are dissatisfied with my ability in the past? !

Wen Qiong stood up abruptly.

"What?" I also stood up, "Are you going to run again? Didn't you feel confident before that you could get three labels in a week? Are you ready to run now?"

Wen Qiong almost gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence: "First, let me try it myself..."

I couldn't help but think of the first time we were together in the previous two lives, it was simply going through all kinds of difficulties and dangers, all kinds of ups and downs.

Let’s not mention how many years we have been working together with him, let’s just talk about how many obstacles we have gone through from confession to preparation for harmony. Every time, our affection is strong and the atmosphere is just right. Big diving, saying that the mother-in-law is about to jump off the building, that the leopard tribe is calling, and that the kitchen is on fire... Every time, every time, it is like this, probably every time more than 100 times, I gnawed on the tender neck , Before reaching the collarbone, he was stopped urgently.

After being interrupted countless times like this, it is a miracle that I can still get hard.

Later we finally got together, this is not a sign, in short, it was a very harmonious night of lights, very dark, you can't see your fingers.

Wen Qiong has never been interested in this kind of thing, so the number of harmony between us is not many times, Wen Qiong is also very unhappy every time, so, as a loyal dog, I gradually become less interested in this kind of thing Interested.

After being reincarnated into the third life, we finally know why. Now we need to get treatment, we have to rekindle Wen Qiong's interest in this kind of thing.

Dushan didn't say that I have a natural advantage. What kind of advantage is it?

I watched Wen Qiong walk into the bathroom, and suddenly I had a flash of inspiration.

That's right, I'm an alpha now, an adult alpha, if I release pheromones casually and trigger binding fever, won't it be curable?

But, um, healed him, what do I do?

I don't want to be in harmony with him.

I hold my forehead.

Wen Qiong's bath took a long time.

The household robot rotated biubiubiu and moved towards me. The screen on the top of the head showed: Your tenant takes too long to take a shower, please take care of it quickly.

I:"……"

The home robot kept kicking my knees and threatening me with a display screen that if I didn't act, he would call the police.

I had to stand up and go to the bathroom.

My bathroom has a frosted glass curtain, and when I open the bathroom door, I can vaguely see people taking a bath inside.

As soon as I walked in, I smelled a sweet pheromone smell.

When I chatted with Alonzo’s son two days ago, his son’s casual guess came back to my mind. The pheromone should change according to the taste of the partner. For example, he likes custard, and his omega should emit custard. Taste, and while I love curry and carrots, my omega should smell of curry and carrots.

But obviously what Wenqiong exudes is not the smell of curry and carrots, but I still like to smell it.

By the time I turned around, I had pulled back the frosted glass curtain—

chapter50

The steam in the bathroom is steaming, and the smell of pheromone is very strong. I feel the blood rushing through the neck, bringing waves of heat, and rushing to the brain. There are waves of hot tides in the back of the eyes. I swallow my saliva and try to calm down. With a boiling impulse in his chest, he grabbed a corner of the glass curtain and pressed it hard against the wall.

Wen Qiong is not wearing anything, he is a little stronger than I imagined, because he always wears dark clothes, I always think he is very thin, but in fact he has a good figure.

However, even though I am also a man, I still felt a sense of embarrassment when I saw his snow-white complexion. I immediately turned my head and asked sullenly: "Why did you wash for so long? My robot is going to call the police gone."

Wen Qiong's voice was not as cold as usual, but panted a bit: "I'm fine...just..."

There was a burst of irritability in my heart: "No need to explain, I know what you are doing."

Wen Qiong was silent, and there was a faint smoke and strong pheromone between us.

I flung open the glass curtain, stepped into the water-filled bathroom, grabbed his upper arm with one hand, and pressed him against the clean wall.

Those black jade-like eyes looked at me blankly, my heart beat as fast as a drum, waiting for me to react